“Come on, Puppet. Cum for us. Be a good boy and cum!” Master yells as I dig the tip of the blade into the side of her neck. She swallows again then screams as I cum, dragging the tip down to her shoulder and back up again. I lift her head by her hair, then press the blade to her neck.
“Axel, don’t!” she screams as the blindfold is ripped from my eyes, and it takes a moment to adjust to the bright light, but I don't care, I dig the tip into her flesh.
“Axellllllll!” she screams, and I freeze. My eyes widen as I look down at the girl in front of me, covered in blood with tears running down her terrified face.
“Presley?” I whisper as the sound of the paper cutter falls from my hands and clatters against the stark white tile floor.How? Why? No! No! No!
I rock in my chair repeatedly screaming her name over and over again. Her hand touches my face, and I scream louder, wanting this to all be a dream.She can’t be here! This isn’t real! This isn't fucking real!
Her hand continues to touch me as Master yells, but all I can hear is a dull buzzing sound. All I see is black, but all I feel is hands. Hands of the girl I love who did things to me I'm not sure I can forgive!
Chapter 16
Braxton
Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of me, a cold pack on my pounding head, and my brothers’ eyes burrowing into my skull has me wanting to go right back to sleep.I don’t want their pity, and that's exactly how they are looking at me. They will never understand. Not until they see this shit for themselves, and I pray to god they never have to.
“How are you feeling, Brax?” Harley asks, and I grunt, lifting the mug to my lips, taking a sip of the hot liquid.
“What did you guys give me?” I ask, and my twin laughs.
“I really don’t know, but I needed to do something before you killed our brother,” he states, and I nod. He’s right, and I can’t blame him for taking matters into his own hands. I was overcome with so much rage that I don’t remember everything that transpired. Only bits and pieces.
Taking another sip, I look around the room, and they all look like they could use some sleep.I can for another few hours or more.
“Did I miss anything while I was out?” I ask, and Caspian laughs again, Maverick shakes his head, and Harley just looks at me stunned. “What? What the fuck?” I ask. My patience is wearing thinner by the second, but Harley speaks up first.
“You aren’t mad that we sedated you?” he asks, and I raise a brow.So that's why they are all looking at me funny.
“Nah, if you didn’t, I would’ve definitely done something I would’ve regretted. So thank you. And before any of you ask. No, I don't want to talk about it. At least not right now,” I say, and they all nod. “So again, did I miss anything?” But no one answers, so I finish my coffee and get up from my chair.
“You need to eat something. Do you want eggs?” Harley asks, and I huff.
“I don’t want to eat. I want answers,” I spit, and my twin takes out a joint, sparking it.
“You want the truth? I don’t think right now is the time for any more truths,” he tells me, and I growl.
“You think I can’t handle it? I’d love to see how you react watching the girl you love being raped right in front of you while you are tied to a chair and can’t do shit about it!” I fire back, and he takes a deep breath.
“Would you just trust me?” he states, and I snarl.
“I’m going back to bed. I’ll catch up with you guys later,” I growl at them as I stomp away like a child. They really piss me off sometimes. I love my brothers, I really fucking do, but I wish they would get in the cage with me so I can hand them their fucking balls.
Climbing up the steps, I walk down the hallway and stop at Caspian and Axel's room. Seeing my brother's bed made and not slept in—in months—makes my heart drop. I really wish he could come home soon. We aren’t as close as he is with Caspian, but he’s still my baby brother, and I want him here with us. Sighing, I keep walking, past Mavericks' room, and into mine.
Stepping inside, I slam the door behind me and plop down on my bed face-first. I could really use a shower, but I’m too fucking lazy. I’ll do it after I take this fat nap. I reach down the bed and pull my blanket up and over my entire body, covering my head. Taking a deep breath, I let sleep take over, and Presley's beautiful face smiling at me is the last thing I see.
“Brax, baby. Wake up. I want you,” her sweet angelic voice whispers in my ear. Rolling over, I wrap my hand around her waist, tugging her closer to me. A throat clears, and my eyes snap open to see Jake Radley lying behind her.
“Oh, don’t be shy, Braxton, there's enough of her to go around,” he coos as her hand finds my cock. I look down at her, and she smiles up at me, but my eyes snap back to Radleys’.
“Stop touching her!” I growl, but a soft hand cups my face as the other pumps my cock.
“Brax, look at me. I want him to touch me. I want him to share me with you. It’s a gift, don’t you see,” she tells me, and I shake my head.
“No, Lil’ Mama. You’re mine and I don’t fucking share!” I spit as Radley laughs behind her. His hand snakes around her chest as he pulls down the blanket, exposing her naked flesh and taut nipples that he flicks.
“Come on, Braxton. Have a taste,” he tells me as he kneads her breast, causing her to moan.
